Heatwave vs JC Mason

[Ryan Cooke]

Good luck to both!

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In todays world everyone is looking for something. Whether its companies looking for a bailout, people looking for jobs or families looking for ways to stay in there homes. Everyone is looking for something. We are all living in a fantasy world and are kidding ourselves if we think the crisis will be over anytime soon.

(The scene opens up with JC and his fiance Dolly, walking down the street in downtown Baltimore. There is a somber mood in the air as the ravens have just lost the AFC championship game.)

Dolly-we can't win them all baby. Im sure we'll get them next year.

JC- next year? Next year may never come you can't wait for what may happen, you need to go out and make something happen.

Dolly- carpe diem?

JC- yea sort of.

(The conversation is cut short when JC's cell phone started ringing. He pulls it out of his jacket pocket to answer it.)

Dolly- is it PPW?

JC- yea.

Dolly- put it on speaker so I can hear

JC- hello...

Voice- is this JC?

JC- yes this is may I ask who is calling?

Voice- this is the vp of talent relations for PPW, I was just calling to thank you for your intrest in our company, and to welcome you to the family.

JC- thank you sir, I will make the most of this opportunity.

Voice- im sure you will. Your first match is on Sunday february 1st against another newcomer.. Heatwave. Good luck.

JC- again thank you and take care.

(JC disconnects the call. Dolly begins to jump up and down as she hugs JC. They share a long passionate kiss as the scene fades.)

(The scene reopens in the sweltering heat of the sahara desert. The sun is high overhead, nothing but miles and miles of sand can be seen as a camel carrying a man comes into view. The man hop's off the camel and takes a drink out of a canteen. The scene turns off as JC and Dolly are seen sitting on a couch. JC is dressed in a pair of wrestling trunks curling a fifty pound weight.)

JC- why'd you turn that off?

Dolly- who wants to watch a man in a desert?

JC- I was trying to get an idea of what a 'heatwave' was like.

Dolly- oh that's funny. Shouldn't you be watching video of the guy?

JC- well of course but this guy is new just like me. Maybe he worked for some other promotion in the past but there is really nothing I can go off of. So basically im going into this blind. I read his profile on the PPW website and he seems a lot like myself. Big and strong with a wide array of moves.

Dolly- so how are you going to prepare?

JC- I'm just going to do my best. Im going to train, exericise and work on some ring psychology. I've always admired the work ethic of past great wrestlers and if I want to be one I have to prepare like one.

Dolly- well im going into the bedroom, ill be waiting for you.

JC- oh no sex until after the match baby. I want to be a savage beast going into this match and I want a prize after its over.

Dolly- no sex? How about oral.

JC- nothing until after the fight. It will make it that more special to have a victory party after my first win.

Dolly- whatever. I've got dr. Robotnik anyway. I love you honey.

JC- I love you too, ill be in soon.

(Dolly walks out of the room as JC continues lifting.)

"To be great you have to think great. Im ready for my chance in the spotlight. Thousands of people are going to see walk down that ramp and put on one hell of a show. I can't be concerned with what I do and do not know about Heatwave. I have to push harder than him, think 5 moves ahead, and reach for the finish line first. Heroes come and go but legends never die. And if I conduct myself like a legend its not long before I'll be one. Everyone is scratching and clawing to make an impact on this place. I've got to elbow and headbutt to get ahead of them and make a much bigger impact. Heatwave will be first casuality of war on my way to legendary status. I don't know him but wish him the best of luck and hope he puts his best foot forward so I can step on it on my way to the top."

[Heatwave]

January, 2000

Walking down the boardwalk in Miami, Florida. Heatwave, looking at some of the bikini clad women through his pair of dark-tinted sunglasses. Even in the fall months, the weather still provided a comfortable yet warm climate as he sat at the glass top table in a pair of denim jeans, with a short sleeve button up shirt with several buttons undone at the top, revealing the white tank top underneath. He smiles out of the side of his mouth as he walks to an empty table outside at ‘Harold’s Bar and Grill.’ He takes off his sunglasses placing them in the pocket of his denim jeans, he leans back in the chair as a waiter, wipes his hands off on his apron, approaching Heatwave with a small pad and pen.

“Good Evening, sir. Can I get you something to drink?”

Heatwave looks up, adjusting his white collar of his shirt, taking a moment to think.

“A Pepsi will be fine. I’m just waiting for someone.”

The waiter nods his head walking to fetch his water, as Heatwave looks around, noticing the sounds of the Atlantic Ocean behind him. The waiter soon returns with Heatwave’s soda setting on the table. Heatwave nods his head in thanks as he takes a sip awaiting PPW-appointment journalist, who solely purpose was to report on the wrestlers of the PPW. He looks at his watch and runs a hand through his short and wavy black hair. A shadow is cast behind as he arches an eyebrow at the sudden appearance of the shadow behind him.

“Heatwave.”

Heatwave turns around to see a young man in a gray business suit with a pair of black shades on stands behind him with a solemn look on his face. On his left hand he holds a black leather suitcase. He reaches up removing his shades from his face. He folds the up placing them inside of his suit jacket. Heatwave smiles, nodding his head, offering business man a seat. He takes a seat, as looking around seeing some more bikini-clad woman walk down the boardwalk as he turns his attention back to Heatwave.

‘Good afternoon, Mr. Burbank. I’m glad to see that you kept our appointment today.

Heatwave just sits back and smiles.

“Nice to see you too…who ever you are. You got a name, guy? I mean for a report, you’re dressed more like the IRS. Besides, the weather is always nice. And I figured I wasn’t doing anything special today so why stop and take an interview besides you guys said you would try to get me the push I deserve especially if I cooperate with you guys, right?

The reporter simply smirked as he took a seat.

“Regardless, my name is Victor Green, Mr. Burbank…a pleasure to finally get a chance to meet you…apparently, it’s been very hard to even get a chance to get you on the phone, let alone get you to sit down for a formal interview.”

Heatwave smiles a little as the waiter returns the table addressing Mr. Green.

“Good Evening sir, can I get you anything?”

Mr. Green looks up and nods his head.

“Yes. Let me get a bottle of water and a cup of ice, that’s okay?”

“Yes sir. Right away, sir.”

The waiter walks off as Heatwave looks at Mr. Green.

“Okay, Heatwave. I came all the way from the head offices to Miami just to see you for the Pure Pro Wrestling. It seems the some of the people that have seen your older tapes in the WWA and the NWC has put in place like your style. They’ve caught a glimpse of some of your work in the WCWA and not to mention your work in the Alliance in the OCW, and the WMW. And so here I am. To try a grab an interview from you before you take on J.C. Mason.’

Heatwave just nods his head. Victor just sighs as the interview gets underway.

“You know, we’ll get to J.C. Mason in a minute, but let’s discuss something real quick.”

“Okay…what’s on your mind?”

“Let’s talk about being great. Mason goes on and on about being great or wanting to be great in his career in the PPW. Do you know why he's -not- going to be great in the PPW or anywhere else for that matter?”

Victor simply shakes his head slowly. “No, I don’t know, do you wish to elaborate?”

“Of course I’m going to elaborate. Because people like him only talk about being great when he hasn’t don’t SHIT in the PPW or let alone anywhere else that warrants him and credibility in the PPW to even grant him a free pass if you will. He goes on and on about how he doesn’t know who I am or what I’ve done in the PPW, let alone in the WWA. And that’s because he’s not paying attention because he’s head is so far up his ass that when he opens his mouth, shit comes out.”

The waiter returns with the drinks and leaves as Victor twists the top off of his bottle as he pours it into the cup of ice. He picks up the glass parting his lips as he takes a sip of the cool liquid refreshment. He sets the glass down as he reaches down picking up his briefcase sitting on the table.

“Well then by all means lets get started, Mr. Burbank.”

Victor hits the play and record button on the tape recorder as it slowly begins to play the tape. He picks up his legal pad flipping over a page looking at the scribbled questions in pen.

“J.C. Mason …seems to be in the right mindset to go up again you in the next few days. It's been while since anyone has seen you in the ring, do you think you'll be ready?”

“To be honest, I don’t give two squirts of duck shit. J.C. Mason isn’t shit…he’s never been shit, he never will be shit. He hasn’t done anything in the PPW or anywhere else that should prove me other wise. I’ve taken down champions, legends, Hall of Famers alone but yet I’m having to prove my mettle on a daily fucking basis against this dumbass. J.C. thinks he is going to be great but yet you have to accomplish something to be great. If you’re just sitting along hoping to garner some cred…forget it.”

“Well it seems that you are on a long hard road to fame in the J.C. Mason. He isn’t a pushover you know? He has plans to make quite the name for himself in the coming weeks.”

Heatwave just shakes his head, taking another sip of his Pepsi.

“Yeah…like what? What has he done in the past few MONTHS, that worth mentioning?”

“Well…uh…”

“Go ahead…I’ll wait.”

Heatwave sits back and crosses his arms over his chest as he shakes his head.

“Yeah…exactly, he isn’t shit. Hands down.”

“Well you are quite the cocky one.”

“Yeah, I know, I know. But no one is going to be cocky for me. I have the right to be. I’ve done everything required of me and then some. I’ve gained the respect of a lot of people and at the same time I’ve made more than my fair share of enemies. I’ve dawned a championship here and there. I’ve wrestled some the best in the Alliance and gave them a run for their money that they’ll never forget. I think I’ve at least earned the right to cocky even for a little bit.”

“That’s true. Well what are your long-term goals in the PPW?”

Heatwave blinks a few times, rubbing his chin.

“My Goal. Hell my goal is like any other. To be a champion, to be the best. To stand tall on top of the mountain and look down. Get the respect of those who diss me again and again and give those who want to hate on me a giant Fuck You. Stand proud in the middle of that damn PPW ring and do what I do best. Kick ass…take some names and make other respect my gangsta’. It’s what I do. It’s who I am. I don’t compromise ”

“Well you frankly on you’re way to becoming a popular Superstar with that attitude.”

Heatwave runs a hand over his short wavy black hair. He narrows his green eyes into small slits, noticing the extreme sarcasm in his voice. He bites his bottom lip, looking Victor Green dead into the eyes.

“You know…this interview just took a turn for the worst. Your lackeys like my style? Ask them if they like this. I couldn’t give a shit about you or the rest of the PPW or the WWA thinks because I‘m the goddamn truth! I’m my own man. It’s gotten my this far and I’ll be damn if I let someone little tight ass suit tell me their opinion about me. I couldn’t give a damn at all. But you will realize this…because of who I am; I will step into that ring and do my thing. I will show you…J.C. Mason …and Dusty Griffith that not only do I belong in the PPW but I also kick any ones ass who doesn’t think so.”

Heatwave sits up in his chair leaning over the table grabbing his black tie. He pulls him close to his face as Heatwave stares him down, knocking over his glass of water. Some of the other patrons on the restaurant turn and look at the situation as Heatwave speaks deep in his throat.

“Are we absolute clear?”

Mr. Green didn’t say a word just nodded his head very quickly his head.

“Of course we are. I wouldn’t expect anything less that your total clarity on the subject. Now lets see you put THIS in your little blog and make the webpage. You’ll get more hits next month than you’ve ever gotten before.

Heatwave just smiles, taking another sip of his drink he sets Victor in his seat. Victor straightens out his tie as Heatwave finishes off his Pepsi. He sets the glass down as he stands up from the table.

“Well hope to see you again so Victor.”

The only answer his receives is a weak smile, as the two get up from the patio table. Heatwave reaches in his pocket, dropping a 5-dollar bill on the table as the leave ‘Harold’s Bar and Grill’. As they leave the table the scene fades into a nice shade of purple. Yeah, I said purple! What of it? I’m sick of black and gray so I chose something more colorful, big deal!